THE KINGDOM OF MAN 



yet possesses. The great poet of the Victorian Age wrote 

 of Knowledge : 



Flower in the crannied wall 



I pluck you out of the crannies ; 



I hold you there, root and all, in my hand, 



Little flower hut if I could understand 



What you are, root and all, and all in all, 



I should know what God and man is. 



The nearer approach to that understanding is the greatest 

 and truest aim of scientific investigation. 



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